Note: Hello! Here's a story inspired by another fanfic by one of my friends.. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters. I own the plot and some characters that don't come from the Harry Potter books, including the main character.
Introductions:
Cold. Dark. Empty. This is where she lay. Her arms were attached slightly above her head, her hands dangling like dead leaves hang from a tree, fragile and pale. She stared out with empty eyes from under her long dark hair. This is it. This is the end. Or at least, she thought it was. She had been waiting so long for it to come. She had endured much pain and torture, and almost lost hope in death. It never came, and it never will. Now, all she had to do is wait. She was bound to head for the executioner soon. It is true that it's been many years since anyone came by to even give her food or check she was still in her cell, but she had a sign. Someone left her a note that came floating though her high window bars. She never opened it, let alone touch it. All she did was read her name on that little piece of paper. That was enough.
A small rodent came running though the iron bars keeping her detained. It ran here and there, often stopping and sanding on its hind legs, sniffing the air. Finally, it ran all the way to her legs, long and thin as sticks of wood, and climbed up her skirt and headed for her lap. There, it tried to run up her belly, then realized something was wrong. She was cold and pale, her eyes didn't move from where she kept them, and anyone who would have seen her would have thought he was dead. Well, she was dead, by definition, but not the same "dead" a mortal would be. The rat just stood there, frozen, then his head was caught between the teeth of the woman as she bent herself in two from her sleeping position, striking it. It barely had time to squeak that its head was half-way separated from its body, its blood oozing out of its neck and into the woman's mouth, who was lying again. Now, the only sign of life she gave was her throat going up and down as she swallowed the scarlet liquid, her eyes still staring blankly at the dark, dripping ceiling above her.
Finishing her drink, she spat the rat out of her mouth and into a corner of her cell, letting it join the others that suffered the same fate. She lay down again and just then heard the annoying creak of the opening dungeon door. She heard a man talking, but she couldn't make out what he said from the echo his footsteps made on the hard stone floor. She'll find out in a while anyway. It was perhaps someone making sure another criminal in the dungeons was dead. She had been here for a long time, and watched each and every one of them die of hunger or madness. The only reason anyone would visit the dungeons is either to make sure they all dies or…
Her head rolled to the side as the man stood in front of her cell and took out a huge key chain from his leather belt and started rummaging with it. She didn't understand hat he was doing, until her eyes suddenly shifted to that note with her name on it. It had become damp from the dripping ceiling, but her name was still visible. Her eyes rested on the note for a moment, then another movement caught her attention. A man had just appeared behind the guard. He had a long and slender silhouette, and he wore different clothing. Unlike the guard who was wearing a shirt and pants, this man was wearing a long dark green robe with a hood that covered his face. The woman just stared from under her hair at the man until the guard found the right key with a loud "Aha!" and thrust it in the keyhole, turned it and rolled the bars away. He looked at her for the first time and his eyes widened. "Well what do you know? She's still alive," he whispered, almost to himself. He gestured for the man to enter, then he put up an arm before him, halting him. "I don't suggest u get too close to her, sir," he said in his Siberian accent. "She does things no one else can. She hasn't moved from this position since god knows when, so we don't know how she caught all those rats." He jerked his big head at the pile of skeletons and dead rats. The woman was still staring at the newcomer, and she raised herself to he elbows and turned a little to rest her back against the wall. As she did this, the guard's face tensed a bit and he took a step in front of the visitor. After a moment, though, he noticed she hasn't budged from where she sat, so he stepped aside, let the man in and closed the bars shut, ton locking the cell but taking the keys out. He turned to the man and bowed. "If there's a problem, I will be standing behind the dungeon door." With that, he took off, leaving the man and the detainee alone in the cell.
A long silence took place after the boom of the closing door finished echoing. The man sat two yards away, his hood still on, and the woman sat against the cold wall, staring. Then, the first words between them were finally spoken.
"I see you've received the note I sent you," said the man, his voice cold and low like a hiss. "I don't see you've taken any interest in reading it, though."
The silence that followed must have made the man think she didn't speak English. Her appearance suggested a woman of Asian origin, so that would have been a possibility. However, the woman opened her mouth slightly and spoke in a croaking, purr-like voice.
"Who are you? Why are you visiting me?"
The man must have expected this answer to his comments, for he raised his hands to his hood and pushed it off his bald head, revealing a smile of pointy teeth and eyes the color of rubies with black vertical slits for pupils. As his white face glistened in the light, a flash of interest passed over the woman's eyes, enlightening them for only a second before they became dull again. This revelation did not answer even one of her questions, for she still had no clue as to who he was or what he came for. Seeing that she still didn't react, he spoke out again.
"I am sure you have been locked in this cell for quite some time now. I don't expect you to know how much the world has changed outside these walls. I am here to give you the news of the wizarding world today. There is a war, if I may call it that, between those who choose to seek out power and those who prefer to dwell on dreams and do nothing to achieve them. I am glad to say I lead those who want power in our fight to exterminate all those who wish to slow us down or stop us. My followers call me Lord Voldemort. I have come all the way fro England to seek your help. After all, few are those who think you aren't the wisest woman alive, Miss Yamamoto."
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